My Girlfriend From Turquoise Pond Requests My Help After My Millennium Seclusion

Jiang Lan watched those people falling down one by one, because he was at the back because of the god position.

So it was the last one to go down.

Emperor Xihe mixed in and didn't report his name at all.

Not even a pseudonym.

as if not present.

It seems that not announcing the name is also part of his plan, otherwise there is no need to hide it now. Jiang Lan thought to herself.

Soon he stopped thinking about Emperor Xihe, but focused on other people.

Now they seem to have descended in essence. Although their strength is not at the peak, they are not weak at all.

Everyone seems to have the idea of ​​trying their hands.

For example, try your hands with a weak person like him.

The most obvious one is Sulu Demon Ancestor, who has been following him since the first time they met each other.

"Doesn't Wushuang Fist God see people with their true colors?" Sulu Demon Ancestor looked at Jiang Lan with a smile on his face.

Most of the people were in the mentality of watching a show and didn't speak.

On the other hand, Emperor Youdu spoke:

"Do you think everyone has as much face as you?"

Jiang Lan: "..."

This made him feel that the friendship he gained was poisoned.

Never caring about Emperor Youdu, Jiang Lan looked at Sulu Demon Ancestor, and then stepped out.

At this moment, light began to appear in the twelve directions, and the light was extending to the middle.

As Jiang Lan moved forward step by step, the light extended to the center, and at this time a huge platform appeared in the middle.

It seems that there is a ring.

This change surprised the people watching below. It seemed that something happened to Gao Tian.

Sulu Demon Ancestor looked at Jiang Lan, but his thoughts could not be seen in his expression.

In just a few breaths, Jiang Lan stood on the huge light curtain, and he looked at Sulu Mozu with a deep voice:

"Come to fight."

Simple and rude.

This sudden change made everyone a little bit astonished.

These big men want to fight each other?

For a while, everyone below was in danger. If these people fought, it would have a huge impact on the surrounding area.

Fairy Miaoyue looked at the sky and narrowed her eyes, as if she was watching something interesting.

In the distance, Luo Zhengdong just watched calmly.

"Who do you think has a better chance of winning?" Jiu Zhongtian asked Mo Zhengdong while drinking.

"Keep watching and you'll find out." Mo Zhengdong replied.

And everyone on the stage of chance was also a little surprised.

The big guys above are about to make a move, aren't they dangerous down there?

The eighth prince looked up at Sulu Demon Ancestor, feeling that the other party was finished.

Being a man and a dragon should keep a low profile, as my brother-in-law often reminded him.

Aoki looked at Wushuang Fist God, his eyes were full of worship.

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Su Lu Demon Ancestor was a little surprised to see Jiang Lan taking the initiative to fight, but it was just a little surprised.

Then he stepped out.

"It seems that you are very confident in yourself. I heard that you were not a true immortal six hundred years ago, and the name of Wushuang Fist God was given by Ba Guo." Sulu Demon Ancestor came to the ring.

He looked at Jiang Lan with a strange light in his eyes.

As if trying to do something, trying to absorb something.

Jiang Lan could feel the opponent's power appearing around him, and it seemed to be aimed at him.

The other side also prepared a lot.

The two looked at each other, and no one took the initiative to make a move, but it seemed that they were already doing it.

It is the avenue that begins to condense, an invisible contest.

And the people below were shocked by the words of Sulu Demon Ancestor, did Wushuang Fist God become immortal six hundred years ago?

So he is actually a fairy now?

Is there anyone above that is so weak?

This moved everyone's minds, as if the twelve people with god positions were not that powerful.

I don't know if it's true or not, but it seems to be true. After all, the other party really has Ba Guo in his name.

Many people have thoughts, but no one dares to speak out.

Wait and see what happens, and then see what to do next.

And just as these people were preparing a series of plans, there was a roar from Gao Tian.

Boom!

For a moment, the sun and the moon dimmed.

The sky and the earth are occupied by two kinds of power. On the one hand, there is a huge figure standing surrounded by black air, and on the other hand, there is an aura similar to catastrophe. A man stands in it, as if he is suppressing the sky and the earth.

The avenue contends.

So everyone felt this contention, and for a while they were a little bit untenable.

A powerful and terrifying force was pressing on them, as if it could crush them at any time.

"The abyss of the underworld."

An ethereal voice came from the sky. At this moment, the abyss was behind the giant, and the abyss was absorbing everything around it.

If the cultivation base is not enough, just take a look and you will be absorbed in, and there will be no redemption.

The terrifying power made the onlookers dare not look up.

Many of them have never seen this level of power, let alone experience it at such a close distance.

It's like dying here on the spot.

Then they heard another voice, equally vast.

"Infinite Tribulation Technique."

At this moment, the people below not only feel that they are going to be absorbed by the abyss, but even feel that a catastrophe is coming.

Some of them couldn't tell whether they were the ones responding to the disaster or the ones watching the disaster.

Terrible powers frighten them.

Snapped!

A sudden noise appeared.

The people below who felt the fear and fear felt much more relaxed for a while.

When I looked up, I found that there were other people on the twelve gods who were protecting them.

"It's a rare fight, look up and see clearly, there may not be a chance to see you in the future."

It was the voice of Emperor Xihe.

Only then did the people below look up, and it was also at this time that the eighth prince and the young man looked up.

It was so powerful just now that they dared not raise their heads.

It is really adults who fight and children suffer.

But now they could see, in their eyes, the giant and the man in front of the giant.

They occupy one side and seem to be constantly devouring the people in front.

At this time, they saw the figure belonging to Wushuangquan God move.

Jiang Lan moved. He watched the Sulu Demon Ancestor start his secret preparations. He didn't want to delay the time with the other party.

The longer the time drags on, the worse it will be for him, and a lore must be carried out.

He took a step, step by step towards Sulu Demon Ancestor.

And when he moved, the power of nine bulls surged, and the power of nine calamities was full.

At this moment, the void began to roar, and the earth began to shake.

It seems that something is coming through the mountains and rivers, breaking through the void and descending.

Jiang Lan's speed was faster, but in the blink of an eye he gave up the Infinite Tribulation Technique and came in front of the giant.

Then he waved his fist.

The Immeasurable Tribulation Technique began to distort, shatter, and then rushed towards the giant.

It seems to be opening the way for Jiang Lan.

Sulu Demon Ancestor did not sit still, the abyss appeared in the eyes of the giant, and then he looked at Jiang Lan, who was close at hand, and wanted to absorb him into it.

Jiang Lan faced the abyss directly, his power of nine calamities was completely full.

Click!

boom!

In a trance, the earth surged and the space was broken.

Invisibly, two huge bulls smashed through the mountains, rivers and the earth, smashing through the barriers of the void and came powerfully.

Immediately afterwards, they slammed into the giant belonging to Sulu Demon Ancestor.

One punch.

boom!

The giant's head was broken, its body disintegrated, and the abyss exploded.

boom!

boom!

All the power belonging to Sulu Mozu was shattered on the spot, and his Dao was even wiped out with a punch.

The power swept across and hit the position of Sulu Demon Ancestor's god.

Click!

Orientation is full of cracks.

boom!

Orientation collapsed.

Only in this way did Jiang Lan retract her fist and stand there peacefully.

The power in the air disappeared. There were originally two people in the arena, but now there is only one person left.

Twelve directions left eleven.

And Sulu Demon Ancestor still has the last ray of demon energy, he looked at Jiang Lan in disbelief:

"You...why are you so strong?"

Jiang Lan looked at him in silence for a moment, and then said:

"Isn't six hundred years not enough to be promoted to Daluo?"

Sulu Demon Ancestor looked at Jiang Lan and was speechless.

Is it enough to be promoted from a true immortal to a great Luo in six hundred years? enough?

How is it possible?

With the last ray of demonic energy disappearing, Sulu Demon Ancestor withdrew from the battle of chance.

And the group of people below who had thought about it before were all shocked beyond measure.

Only the people of Pakistan are cheering.

He was promoted from a true immortal to a great Luo in six hundred years, and there is such a terrifying existence in this world?

the weakest?

No, they sensed that the Wushuang Fist God might be the strongest, with such a promotion speed, this shouldn't be the speed that humans have at all.

In the entire wilderness, there is no such race.

Xiantian Luo is not as exaggerated as this person.

"Young man, am I right? It's time to burn incense to Sulu Demon Ancestor." The Eighth Prince said to the young man beside him.

The boy didn't care, and he didn't say that Wushuang Fist would be weak.

He always felt strong.

Helped him several times.

On the other hand, Hong Ya was frightened. She was promoted to Da Luo in less than a thousand years, and she was only in the middle stage of real immortality after so many years of hard work.

Give her another 600 years, at most the early days of the Celestial Immortal.

How did you achieve Da Luo in six hundred years?

"This kid is really good." Jiu Zhongtian changed to a jug of wine and continued to drink.

Mo Zhengdong just watched and didn't speak.

Really outstanding.

Having dealt with Sulu Demon Ancestor, Jiang Lan looked at the others, and after making sure that no one was going to trouble him, he walked towards his position little by little.

In this way, the follow-up will be much calmer, and those who spy on his god will give up their thoughts.

At this time, Yunxiao Tianren suddenly said:

"Normally, the Sulu Demon Ancestor is not here, so the Earth Demon Clan can't participate in the chance battle, right?"

"Yes, unless someone helps them resist the pressure from the heavens and the underworld." Emperor Xihe smiled.

"No one from the Celestial Clan has ever arrived, so I can help the people of the Earth Demon Clan to resist these." Yunxiao Tianren looked at the person in charge of the Earth Demon Clan and said:

"What do you think?"

"Then I will trouble Heaven and Man." The person in charge of the Earth Demon Clan bowed his head respectfully.

They never hesitated, as if they had already prepared.

It also seems to have known that Yunxiao Tianren would do this.

After everyone was seated, Emperor Xihe looked at the crowd on the Chance Stage and said:

"Then let's begin."

Emperor Xihe's voice fell, and a ray of light appeared for everyone on the Chance Platform below.

The light spins in the air and then matches.

But for a moment, the light fell, and then left a series of words in the air.

At the forefront are the arrangements for the first day.

The first battle of the first day.

Aoman, the God of Peerless Fist—Pengcheng of the Yaozu. (Early Immortal) (Channel No. 1)

Jiao Kai of the Earth Demon Clan——Yan Yantian of the Earth Qilin Clan. (True Immortal Consummation) (Channel No. 2)

Ao Lin of the Dragon Clan——Baguo Xianbei (the middle stage of Tianxian) (No. 3 Chance Station)

Day one, battle two.

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Six battles a day.

The first round will be completed in eight days, and the second round will start after eight days. There are three rounds in total.

Jiang Lan didn't care about these things, he found out that only the eighth prince under his name needs to play today.

That is to say, after the eighth prince finishes the first battle, he can leave here and take his senior sister out for a stroll?

Not bad.

But too obvious, tomorrow.

There will be no him tomorrow.

Only after the day after tomorrow will there be.

The numbers weren't just right, some had to be played twice in the first round.

Of course, you can also choose to refuse the second time.

Whoever wants to do it will do it, just be at the same level.

"Remember your own battle time, and the rest will be added on the last day.

Then the irrelevant personnel leave, leaving six people behind. "Liu Jing made a voice from a higher position.

Each arena will mark the participants.

"Stupid Dragon's first battle, you will lose face if you lose, and your mother will probably put you in confinement." The boy said to the eighth prince.

"When you lose, you will lose face with your Tianyufeng Clan, don't ask me to ask my brother-in-law for advice." The Eighth Prince said rudely.

"Brother, come on!" Yan Xiyun encouraged the eighth prince.

Afterwards, these people left Chance Terrace, leaving the Eighth Prince behind.

But after a while, all irrelevant personnel left the chance platform, leaving only six people.

Jiang Lan lowered her eyebrows and looked towards the First Chance Platform. There were two people standing there, the Eighth Prince and a man in his thirties.

The complexion has some black feathers, eagle nose and harrier eyes.

The strength is very strong, it will take some time to enter the early stage of Tianxian, and the tempering of the golden body will soon reach the middle stage.

The Eighth Prince was only a few decades old.

There are obvious gaps.

There was no Kunlun in the first battle, but it didn't mean there were no Kunlun people. Miao Yue and the others never left, but watched the situation ahead.

"Who is Senior Sister paying attention to?" Fairy Zhuqing asked.

"Wu Shuang Fist God is from Kunlun, so of course he is paying attention to the Eighth Prince." Fairy Miao Yue thought for a while and asked Fairy Ran Jing beside him:

"Does Fairy Ran Jing think that the Eighth Prince has a good chance of winning?"

"What does Fairy Miao Yue think?" Fairy Ran Jing looked at Miao Yue.

Miaoyue looked at Zhuqing again:

"What do you think, Junior Sister?"

"It's not very big." Fairy Zhuqing replied after thinking for a while.

Not really.

Although the eighth prince is amazing, his combat experience is not bad.

But the other party should be the Dapeng bird, and it is not bad in all aspects, with a higher level of golden body.

"What does Fairy Ran Jing think?" Fairy Miao Yue looked at Fairy Ran Jing.

"Fairy Miaoyue doesn't have her own opinion?" Ao Shishi couldn't bear to watch.

Of all Kunlun, Miaoyue is the most annoying.

"I think the Eighth Prince can win." Fairy Miao Yue said with a slight smile in her voice.

This answer surprised Fairy Ran Jing and the others.

"Why?" Fairy Zhuqing was curious.

Hong Luan, who was standing behind Fairy Zhuqing, was also curious, and she found that it would be better if she didn't join the battle.

You can hear Master communicating with these strong people.

"The Eighth Prince represents the Wushuang Fist God. The Wushuang Fist God is so powerful, the person representing him in the battle must not be bad and can win." Fairy Miaoyue replied with a smile.

The members of the Dragon Clan feel that they have been tricked, and after all, they are still exalting their own people.

Fairy Zhuqing stared at Fairy Miaoyue.

"Is there something wrong with Junior Sister?" Fairy Miao Yue asked.

"Senior Sister usually doesn't make such jokes." Fairy Zhuqing said.

"Oh, my junior sister is so smart."

"...."

Fairy Zhuqing didn't care that much at first, but now she suddenly cares about the outcome of this battle.